Nineteen Eighty-Four 一九八四 Part 1, Chapter 3

Winston was dreaming of his mother., ,He must, he thought, have been ten or eleven years old when his mother had disappeared. She was a tall, statuesque, rather silent woman with slow movements and magnificent fair hair. His father he remembered more vaguely ¹ as dark and thin, dressed always in neat dark clothes (Winston remembered especially the very thin soles of his father's shoes) and wearing spectacles. The two of them must evidently have been swallowed up in one of the first great purges ² of the fifties., ,At this moment his mother was sitting in some place deep down beneath him, with his young sister in her arms. He did not remember his sister at all, except as a tiny, feeble baby, always silent, with large, watchful ³ eyes. Both of them were looking up at him. They were down in some subterranean ⁴ place -- the bottom of a well, for instance, or a very deep grave -- but it was a place which, already far below him, was itself moving downwards ⁵. They were in the saloon of a sinking ship, looking up at him through the darkening water. There was still air in the saloon, they could still see him and he them, but all the while they were sinking down, down into the green waters which in another moment must hide them from sight for ever. He was out in the light and air while they were being sucked down to death, and they were down there because he was up here. He knew it and they knew it, and he could see the knowledge in their faces. There was no reproach either in their faces or in their hearts, only the knowledge that they must die in order that he might remain alive, and that this was part of the unavoidable order of things., , ,Suddenly he was standing ¹⁰ on short springy turf, on a summer evening when the slanting ¹¹ rays of the sun gilded ¹² the ground. The landscape that he was looking at recurred ¹³ so often in his dreams that he was never fully ¹⁴ certain whether or not he had seen it in the real world. In his waking thoughts he called it the Golden Country. It was an old, rabbit-bitten pasture, with a foot-track wandering across it and a molehill here and there. In the ragged ¹⁵ hedge on the opposite side of the field the boughs ¹⁶ of the elm trees were swaying very faintly in the breeze, their leaves just stirring in dense ¹⁷ masses like women's hair. Somewhere near at hand, though out of sight, there was a clear, slow-moving stream where dace were swimming in the pools under the willow ¹⁸ trees., ,The girl with dark hair was coming towards them across the field. With what seemed a single movement she tore off her clothes and flung them disdainfully aside. Her body was white and smooth, but it aroused no desire in him, indeed he barely looked at it. What overwhelmed him in that instant was admiration ¹⁹ for the gesture with which she had thrown her clothes aside. With its grace and carelessness it seemed to annihilate ²⁰ a whole culture, a whole system of thought, as though Big Brother and the Party and the Thought Police could all be swept into nothingness by a single splendid movement of the arm. That too was a gesture belonging to the ancient time. Winston woke up with the word 'Shakespeare' on his lips., ,He looked vaguely before him with unseeing eyes.他迷迷糊糊的望着前面，对一切都视而不见。,Mandelshtam perished in the purges of the 1930s, Akhmatova remained silent. 曼杰利什坦姆在30年代的清洗中死去 ，阿赫玛托娃也销声匿迹 。